Tall, Tatted and Tempting (The Reed Brothers, #1)

by Tammy Falkner

She sends all the hot girls to me. And the not-so-hot girls. And the girls who want to sleep with the deaf guy because they heard he’s amazing in the sack. I’m the guy they don’t have to talk to. I’m the guy they don’t have to pretend with because I wouldn’t know what they’re saying regardless.

I know. She’s going to break my fucking heart. Because I’ve never wanted anything with anyone the way I want something I can’t even define with her.

“But even more than I want to lick you all over and make you cry out my name and swear you see God, I want you to trust me. And you don’t. Not yet. But you might one day.”

“I laughed because the one girl I do want to fuck is naked in my room and I can’t have her!” he growls. “It’s like divine intervention.”

“Don’t play with me,” he warns. His voice is strong but quiet. “If you want to be my friend, you can be my friend. We can sleep in the same bed, we can have meals together, and we can spend time doing things we both like.”

“I read people every day, all day, and I have to tell how they feel by the way they hold themselves, rather than the inflections in their voices.

“I’ve been locked in my own world for a really long time,” he says. “I have an excuse to keep people away, because of my disability. And then I saw your tattoo…” I turn his wrist over and trace my finger across it. He shudders at my touch, closing his eyes tightly. “And I felt like maybe, just maybe, we were each locked in our own little worlds and could let each other out.”

“I want to tell you everything.” “You don’t have to tell me everything. But you can’t hold back from me.”

“If I ever get to fucking be inside you, I want to know what to call you. I want to at least know your name. Because when that happens, you’re going to fucking own me.”

Suck every moment from life. We should all do more of that.

“I’ve never done this with someone who matters. With someone I’m in love with. Jesus, girl, you make me crazy.”

“Your father is the reason you ran away from home. Your father is the reason you have been gone for more than six months. Your father and his conniving ways are the reason I lost my daughter.” Her voice cracks on the last word.

“I’m going to mess up your clothes,” I warn, sniffling. “Mess me up. I don’t care.”

“You’re a smart girl, Emily. You can make your own choices.” Tears prick at the back of my eyelids. I’m a smart girl. Someone other than Logan said it.